Ancient bones die

I hear planes in the sky
bees nearby
I sit and wonder why.

The rise of Earth’s scent
brings memories
ancient as I inhale

Bees nearby
feasting, dancing
to ancient rules

Planes in the sky
laden, travelling
over ancient lines

Me, eyes closed
listening, inhaling
relishing the sunrise

I sit and wander
over bees nearby
over planes in the sky
and up, and around
I wander till found
the answer as to why

ancient bones die.

I sit and wonder
of the age of ghosts
of Earth’s ancient hosts
and of time’s thunder

where ancient bones sigh.

Candle evolution

I wanted to feel its creation.

It only lasted the short time
until the wax
expired
to reveal the truth of art
for art is born of darkness
in the cold reaches of mystery
where myth blends with reality
and where imagination’s atoms
shiver in perpetual flights of expired
dreams.

I wanted to understand.

The greater good

“It is within the sun.”

This moment of light shone
through my window
branding itself upon my feelings,
as a kiss lends itself to love.

How that moment surprised me
for I, bedraggled as I am,
am blind to love
and the tenderness it shows.

This dying unkissed breath beneath
the vapours of the sun’s light
asks only one question
expecting no answer.

If time is constant
as light is similar
what of love,
how does love compare?

I hear only silence in reply
I see only vapours of warming light
therefore I understand it is death
and yet perhaps it is something more,

for love lives eternal in the hearts
of those souls who seek it not for themselves
but for the greater good
of their neighbours.

Open house

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Light and love live on
side by side with dust and death.
Nature’s open house

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Persephone passions

The tail end of death
shall soon be upon us
as too
the heady scent of birth

Both majestic
and extraordinary
for they are
destroyer and creator

There is no definitive line
no singular moment
as veins of love
take hold over the other

Rushing to the light
breaking through cracks
these rampant orgasms
bleed Persephone passions

Winter
fades into hades
as spring
grows into a rose

 

 

How they fall

How they fall
the dead
already dying
before the fall

not long to go
it seems
as leaf’s breath
wind chimes death

imagine now
the dead
not quite ready
to relinquish

the call
isn’t such a thing
for no voice
of vibration exists

cold in the warmth
of coloured grief
where leaves
learn the lesson

of how to fall

clouds

to understand
to be aware
to acknowledge

clouds
those blankets
of peacefulness and violence

we reach beyond
to that shroud
whence we came

perhaps to understand freedom
perhaps to be aware of love
perhaps to acknowledge our failures

And there are those clouds
gone in a whisper
in the time it takes to write a poem